Таинственная история Билли Миллигана

           Bymorning,whenbothBaileyandLuftwereoutcold,KevinstuffedthemoneyandthedrugsintotwosuitcasesandtookoffforColumbusonhisown.Neitherone,heknew,wouldhavethegutstostanduptohim.Theywereafraidofhim.Timeandagaintheyhadtalkedabouthowcrazyhewas,howhehadputhisfistthroughadoorandusedaThompsonmachineguntoshootupaguy’scar.

           They’dtipoffthepolice.Heexpectedthat.Butoncehegotiridofthedope,therewasnothingtheycoulddo.Thepharmacisthadseentheirfaces,nothis.Therewasnothingtotiehiminwiththerobbery.

           WhenMarlenepickeduptheLancasterEagle-GazettethenextdayandreadoftheGrayDrugStorerobbery,shehadajsinkingfeeling.

           Afewdayslater,Tommycametomeetherforlunch.ShewassurprisedtoseethathehadpaintedtheoldDodgeblack—andsosloppily.

           "Youdidit,didn’tyou?"shewhispered.

           "What,paintedthecar?"Tommyaskedinnocently.

           "YoudidtheGrayDrugStorerobbery."

           "Oh,forcryingoutloud!Nowyou’recallingmeacriminal?Marlene,Idon’tknowathingaboutit.Iswear!"

           Shewasconfused.Somethingtoldherhewasguilty,butheseemedtruly.upsetatbeingaccused.Unlesshewastheworldsgreatestactor,hisdenialhadtobereal.

           "IjusthopetoGodyou’re,notinvolvedinit,"shesaid.Aftertheyparted,AllengrewnervousaboutMarlene’saccusations.